a joke by BOB VT reminded me of somethin' that happend to me once.. a buddy of mind has a real log cabin an goes up to it on weekends an such.. i go up sometimes for the heck of it .. fish the streams by day,, get drunk & play bluegrass at nite.. i'm a cloggin' sob.. anyway, sometimes we take along NEWT,, a half mentally challanged/half nittwitt kinda guy.. cause he plays fiddle & loves to cook & is pretty much a blast most the time.. we bring up provisons but can't remember everything.. so newt cookin' meals is challanged from the getgo... breakfast,, , ole newt fixed up some good vittales.. the fried 'taters were excellant.. i asked newt where'd you get the butter to fry 'em up,, noing we didn't have such a thing..newt said it weren't butter ,, it was lard ... i said where ya get the lard , newt.. in the can buy the sink he said.. my buddy said ,, that ain't laird ,, that's hand cleaner.. we just kept on eatin' .. were'nt bad at all..
